New Arrivals: Surprise Baby for Him: The Cattleman's Adopted Family / The Soldier's Homecoming / Marriage for Baby. Melissa McClone

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Playing his part as host, Seth talked politely and carefully about the scenic spots around the property. Amy was equally polite as she tried to pay attention, but she found it hard when her brain was boiling with seriously important questions.

      As soon as Bella finished her breakfast Amy grabbed her chance. ‘Seth, do you think Ming could keep Bella entertained, while we have half an hour to ourselves?’

      He gave an unsmiling nod and stood. ‘Ming’s a good sport. I’ll speak to him. I’m sure he’ll oblige.’

      In no time, Ming appeared, dark eyes sparkling as he flashed Amy a wide grin. ‘Does Bella like to blow bubbles?’

      She couldn’t help laughing. ‘Do kangaroos hop? Bella, would you like to blow bubbles?’

      The little girl squealed, and as easily as that she was whisked away to the kitchen.

      And Amy was alone with Seth.

      ‘More tea?’ he asked, smiling enigmatically as he lifted the teapot.

      ‘Thanks.’

      She had to concentrate hard, keeping her hand steady as Seth filled her teacup and his, then set the pot down. He regarded her steadily. ‘You said we need to talk.’

      ‘Yes, I did.’ Amy took her time adding milk to her tea while she marshalled her thoughts. She had to get this right, had to get to the truth without making Seth angry.

      Over the rim of his teacup, he watched her. ‘Am I right in guessing you have questions?’

      ‘Quite a few questions, actually,’ she said. ‘And I hope you’ll give me straight answers.’

      His expression remained impassive. ‘Fire away.’

      This was it. Time to hold her nose and jump in. ‘Are you Bella’s father?’

      Seth looked her straight in the eyes. ‘No, Amy. I’m not.’

      Oh, boy. She felt as if she’d dived into a pool only to discover too late that it was the shallow end. Even though she’d guessed this possibility, it was still a shock to have it confirmed. ‘You—you know that for sure?’

      ‘Absolutely. I didn’t sleep with Rachel. In fact, I had very little to do with her while she was here.’

       I didn’t sleep with Rachel.

      Amy sat very still, trying to ignore the warm wave of relief that rippled through her. It was totally inappropriate to be pleased simply because this gorgeous man hadn’t made love to her best friend.

      She had to forget the way her body went into meltdown at his slightest touch. Her focus was Bella—Bella’s parentage. Bella’s future.

      Bella was the only reason these questions were important. If Amy was going to take care of Bella for the next eighteen years or so, she wanted everything about Bella’s family background out in the open. No murky secrets or skeletons in the cupboard.

      ‘Rachel told me that Bella’s father was Seth Reardon, so I assumed you were—’

      ‘The culprit?’

      ‘Yes.’ With one finger, she traced the teacup’s handle. ‘But if it’s not you I suppose Bella’s father was—the other Seth.’

      He nodded slowly. ‘Your friend and my uncle were lovers. Neither my uncle nor I knew of Bella’s existence, but if Rachel named Seth Reardon as her father, I can only assume Bella’s their child.’

      So there was the truth at last—or as close to the truth as she was ever going to get.

      Amy folded her arms and hugged them against her, needing a little head space to adjust to this news. Rachel’s lover was not this Seth Reardon, but a wonderfully attractive, older man. A man who, like Rachel, was no longer alive.

      ‘Poor little Bella,’ she said.

      ‘She’s fine, Amy.’

      ‘But she has no mother or father.’

      ‘She has you. You’re a terrific mother. You’re doing a fantastic job.’

      She shrugged uneasily—disappointed that she couldn’t feel happier now that she’d achieved her goal. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me think you were Bella’s father?’

      Seth switched his gaze to a distant spot in the garden. ‘Would you like to go for a walk?’

       A walk? He wanted to take a walk now?

      ‘Are you trying to lead me up the garden path, Seth?’

      He gave a soft laugh. ‘No, but I can explain things better outside.’

      She shrugged uncertainly. ‘All right.’ She supposed he mightn’t want Ming to overhear them.

      As they went down the short flight of timber steps the air was warm and humid and laden with the scent of frangipani. They followed a flagstone path past a bed of lush green plants with astonishing bright orange flowers shaped like lobster claws, and Amy stole a glance at Seth’s frowning face.

      She wasn’t going to be put off. Now that she’d adjusted, she was getting increasingly angry that he’d let her think the wrong thing for so long. ‘Were you ever going to tell me about your uncle?’ she asked.

      ‘I was planning to tell you the whole story.’

      ‘When?’ she snapped, annoyed by his coolness. ‘When Bella turns twenty-one?’

      His mouth tightened and, to her dismay, a distressing sheen brightened his cobalt eyes.

      Sudden sympathy burned her throat and she stopped walking. She knew Seth had loved his uncle. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said gently. ‘I should remember that this is difficult for you, too.’

      They were at the top of a long flight of stone steps that led down to the very bottom of the garden. Below the steps, the tangle of scrub began, but right in front of them lay a breathtaking view of the beach below, curling like a slice of lemon peel at the edge of the sparkling, dancing sea.

      ‘I always intended to tell you the truth,’ Seth said. ‘That’s why I brought you back here. But I felt it was important to get to know you first, to make sure I was doing the right thing. And I wanted you to see this place, so you had the whole picture.’

      Amy looked at the sea, shimmering like aquamarine silk. She looked at the moss-green islands floating silently, then she looked back to the beautiful house, the terraced gardens, the dark forest of trees. She thought about the hundreds of hectares beyond this, all of which had belonged to Bella’s father.

      ‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘Seeing this place has certainly opened my eyes. It’s nothing like I expected. I suppose you have to be wary of people turning up out of the blue and claiming some kind of connection. Like land rights. But that’s not why I’ve come here, Seth. I simply wanted to find Bella’s…family. Her roots.’

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